Reborn as a high school freshman with an awakened system, a fat boy transforms into a male god.

It's six o'clock in the morning.

Lin Bei had just gotten up when the system panel popped up:

[Task progress: 2.2/2.5kg]

[Today's exercise: Not started]

【系统评价：距离任务截止还有1天。宿主当前体重98.3kg，比初始体重100.5kg减少了2.2kg。距离目标98kg还差0.3kg。按照目前的进度，今天再减0.3kg就能完成任务。建议宿主今天跑够6公里，严格控制饮食，尤其是晚饭不要吃主食。】

Lin Bei turned off the control panel, put on his sportswear, and went out.

He ran even faster today than yesterday.

It wasn't the system forcing him; it was his own idea. After his run, he would go back, take a shower, and then eat the breakfast Su Wantang had made. This thought was like a rope, pulling him forward step by step.

To be precise, it wasn't a rope, it was a carrot. He was a donkey, with a carrot called "Su Wantang's Breakfast" hanging in front of him, running faster than ever before.

When he finished the six-kilometer run, his legs were weak, but his heart was beating strongly, as if to say, "I can still keep going."

I got home, took a shower, and changed my clothes.

At 7:00 sharp, he stood at the door of 502 and knocked.

The door opened.

Su Wantang wore a white shirt today, with a thin silver necklace tied at the collar, the pendant being a small star. Her hair was tied in a high ponytail, revealing her smooth forehead and slender neck.

Lin Bei's gaze lingered on her neck for a fraction of a second before quickly shifting away.

[The system detected the host's gaze trajectory: face → neck → necklace → quickly look away. The entire process took 0.7 seconds. The host's reaction time is 0.3 seconds faster than last week, indicating that they are developing muscle memory for "peeking without being detected." This is a survival skill that requires long-term practice to master.]

Lin Bei: ...

There were two bowls of porridge on the table, one large and one small. Next to the large bowl was a dish of cucumber salad and a dish of pickles, and next to the small bowl were two poached eggs.

"Did you change it today?" Lin Bei sat down and pointed to the plate of cucumber salad.

"Yes, we had side dishes yesterday, so let's have something different today." Su Wantang sat down opposite him. "Auntie makes a variety of dishes, but I only know how to cook these few. Please don't mind."

"I don't mind." Lin Bei picked up the bowl of porridge and took a sip.

The porridge was still plain white porridge, but today it had a subtle sweetness, as if rock sugar had been added.

He glanced at Su Wantang, who was drinking porridge with her head down, her eyelashes drooping, casting a small fan-shaped shadow under her eyes.

Lin Bei looked away and continued eating his porridge. After finishing breakfast, he returned to his room.

It's Monday, time for school. He changed into his school uniform, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and headed out the door. Su Wantang was already standing at the entrance of the building, backpack on her back, wearing her school uniform, her hair tied in a low ponytail.

Lin Bei pushed out the electric scooter and patted the back seat: "Get on."

Well, the 28-inch lever has retired honorably.

The advantages of electric bikes are: they're fast, effortless, and won't jolt the person behind you. The disadvantage is: they're too quiet, so quiet that he can hear his own heartbeat.

Su Wantang sat down sideways, her hands naturally resting on his waist.

It wasn't held by the hem of her clothes, nor by the seat cushion springs; it was draped over her waist.

Lin Bei's back stiffened for a fraction of a second, and then the car started moving erratically.

When I arrived at school, there were still ten minutes before class started.

Lin Bei parked the car and walked into the school gate with Su Wantang. When they passed the old locust tree at the school gate, they ran into Zhou Ziheng.

He was squatting under a tree, holding a twig and drawing something on the ground. When he saw Lin Bei, he suddenly stood up, his face showing an expression that said, "I have something important to announce."

"Brother Bei! Guess what?"

"Your novel has been signed?" Lin Bei asked casually.

Zhou Ziheng was taken aback. "How did you know? I haven't even told you yet!"

Lin Bei was also taken aback.

He really was just saying it casually. In his previous life, Zhou Ziheng wrote a novel that took three months to write, got a contract, but it flopped. The editor told him, "The data isn't very good, we suggest you finish it and start a new book." After he finished that one, he started a new book, and it flopped too. Then he started another one, and that flopped as well.

But he did not give up.

In his previous life, he wrote for five whole years, changed seven pen names, and wrote eight books that flopped before finally achieving some success with his ninth book.

Lin Bei didn't know what Zhou Ziheng would be like in this life, but at least he signed contracts faster than in the previous life.

[System Analysis: Zhou Ziheng's signing speed is about two months ahead of his previous life. Possible reasons: The host's rebirth has created a butterfly effect. It's also possible that Zhou Ziheng's writing is better in this life. The system leans towards the former, because the system secretly glanced at Zhou Ziheng's novel and it's still at the same level.]

"Did you really sign it?" Lin Bei asked.

"Really!" Zhou Ziheng pulled a crumpled envelope from his bag. "Look, the contract! I received it yesterday!"

Lin Bei took the envelope, pulled it out, and glanced at it. It was a contract for an e-reading platform. The first party's section was stamped with a red seal, and the second party's section had Zhou Ziheng's name written on it. The contract had been folded several times, and the creases were already a bit white, showing that it had been repeatedly opened and folded.

"Congratulations." Lin Bei returned the contract to him.

"Brother Bei, what about you? Have you written it yet?"

"I wrote it. I posted two chapters."

Zhou Ziheng's eyes lit up. "What's your name? I'll vote for you! I've saved up so many monthly votes, but I haven't been willing to use them yet. I'm just waiting for your book!"

Lin Bei's lips twitched. "You don't need to do that."

"No, I have to do it this way. This is called mutual support, working together, and creating a brilliant future!"

Looking at Zhou Ziheng's excited face, Lin Bei suddenly realized that although this skinny guy seemed to be doing nothing all day, his happiness was genuine. Signing a contract made him this happy. Eight books had failed, yet he could still write a ninth.

"Rebirth of the Strongest Male God," Lin Bei said.

"Okay! I've got it!" Zhou Ziheng took out his phone, typed a few words in the notes app, and then looked up. "Brother Bei, let me tell you, your book is definitely going to be a hit."

Lin Bei looked at him. "Why?"

"Most online novel readers today are ordinary people with imperfections. If you write a story about an ordinary person's rise to success, they will be able to relate to it."

Lin Bei was taken aback.

Zhou Ziheng is right.

His initial idea was to write a book about rebirth, telling Su Wantang that "even if the whole world abandons you, you can start over." But he never imagined that the readers of this book might not be just Su Wantang.

There are countless ordinary people like him.

I feel like I'm not good enough, I feel like I won't be loved, I feel like this is how my life is going to be, but there's a voice inside me saying, "Maybe tomorrow will be different."

"Thank you," Lin Bei said.

Zhou Ziheng pushed up his glasses. "What are you thanking me for? I'm telling the truth. Although I usually like to brag, this time it's for real."

[System detection: Zhou Ziheng's self-assessment of "bragging" is true. However, the statement he just made is judged by the system to be in "sincere mode."]

[The system suggests that the host cherish this friend. Although his novel writing is mediocre, his faith in you is genuine. This kind of friend is more precious than a collectible. Although the system does not recommend using "collectibles" to measure friendship, with the host's current number of collectibles (3), Zhou Ziheng alone is worth a third. Considering that, it seems even more precious.]

Lin Bei patted Zhou Ziheng on the shoulder and turned to walk towards the teaching building.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and looked back.

Zhou Ziheng was still standing there, looking down at his phone, searching for something. He was probably voting for "Rebirth of the Strongest Male God".